Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.